What Is and what should Never Be

Chapter 3

Jupiter's pov

I was being hugged by my father.

 The same father that I thought if I met him I would be killed.

I was stunned. It was a good ten seconds before I hugged him back. I snuggled my head in the crook of his neck and started to cry. Both Dean and Castiel were stunned, I saw Jack just smiling. I war barely able to make them out through my blurry tear ridden eyes. 

Sam pulled back and stared down at me. 

"Your not going to kill me?" This, would always confuse me. I grew up on I'm a supernatural freak and my dad would kill me if he ever knew about me. 

"Of course not. If your my son, half angel half demon, your still my son." He was smiling down at me and I was smiling up at him. He was standing in the devils trap so I could rap my hands round his waist and hugged him. I felt a hand go through shoulder length black hair. I heard movement and I was pretty sure someone was getting a drink. I heard the clink of bottles and two being opened. I pulled away from Sam and wiped my eyes. I step back into center away from Sam.

I was about to pull on my shirt when Dean spoke up. "Wait what do the tattoo's mean? I get the warding and Anti-possession but what about the wings?" I lowered my arms and sighed.

"I have wings and there almost always in a tattoo state. They showed up when I was six  and any time I'm angry or scared they come out. But most of the time I just force then out to use them." I turned to have them see the extant of the tattoo's. It took me about three seconds and I forced my wings out. The ten to maybe thirteen feet were cramped in side the devils trap. They couldn't really get out. Sam notice this and soon after brakes it with a knife. I smile to my self and spread them to there full length. They were pitch black and blended right in with the shadows. Sam steps closer to them and runs a hand. 

Once his hand touched my wing it felt so good to have a loving touch when I knew what would happen if it went to far. 

"Don't touch the feathers." I moved the wing out of his grasp and forced them back on my back. Soon they were back to normal. I took a step and stumbled, I felt somebody catch me. I looked up and saw Sam standing right next to me. I couldn't really move that well because with the holy water, devils trap and wings I was drained. 

He led me to one of the beds and I sat down. Sam backed up and Dean came over. 

"Sorry about that, didn't know. Thought your were just some demon possessing a kid." I could barely keep my eyes open. "Jupiter, do you know a way we can prove that your really family?"

I nodded my had and gestured to Castiel. "Have your angel do a blood test. Just do it while I'm passed out." I said those words I laid back down on the bed and passed out from the exhaustion of today.

Sam's pov 

I had a son. 

I always wanted a family. Now, maybe I can with Jupiter. I don't care he's half angel half demon. I had demon blood, I don't care that he has a bit more than me. Dean had just asked about what the tattoo of the wings are. I mean I was wondering why he even had tattoo's if he's only eleven. 

I was caught off guard when black wings showed up and the tattoo's were replaced. I noticed how his wings were contained to the devils trap and I scratched it with my knife and he could spread out his wings to what looked like twelve or thirteen feet. They were beautiful I stepped closer to him and I ran a hand across the spine of the wings, I saw both Cas and Jupiter tense up before he pulled away saying. 

"Don't touch the feathers."

Soon the wings were soon back in the tattoo format and he took one step and stumbled. I rushed to him and caught him before he fell. I walked him over to the bed and continued to stumble. It seemed that he was drained and could pass out at any sec. I set him down on the bed and Dean came over saying he was sorry about the holy water and such. 

And he did ask if there was a real was to prove if he was my son. I knew that he wasn't lying I don't really remember what Meg did when I was possessed but I knew that she killed some people and apparently screwed some others. 

"Have your angel do a blood test. Just do it when I'm passed out." And he laid back a sleep before he hit the mattress. I look over at Cas as he already began to cut Jupiter's hand with his angel blade. He wiped the blood onto his left hand and came over to me with a hand out. I raised my hand with no protest and he cut my palm. The pain was minimal, I had gotten used to it over the years. Cas swiped some of my blood with his other hand after he put his angel blade away. 

Cas studied the blood for about a minute then nodded.

"He is Sam's son, DNA and all. But the blood is mixed between angel and demon. The only thing that proves he might be part human is his body, but everything else is either angel or demon." I let out a sigh and so does Dean.

"So what now, we haul him around for all the cases. He tore off the head of a werewolf with his strength alone. He's dangerous, but he's family. We can't just abandon him, he's my son, I don't care if I was possessed at the time. he's still mine." I said, I wanted to be close to him, I wanted to take him to a ball game. But I doubt that would happen. He knows about monsters, killed on easy enough, there isn't away to play this like a regular family. 

I rapped my hand in a towel and was right next to Jupiter. He looked so frail when he was sleeping, he had a innocent face. I picked him from behind the knees and by the neck. I froze when he snuggled closer to me. I knew, right then that I would do anything for him, try and keep him out of danger. 

I don't know how our dad could have taken out hunting so young, leaving us to fend for ourselves. Using us as bait, I would never do that to him. I set him back down in the center of the bed and went to the couch. Jack came over to sit by me. 

"Are you okay Sam?"

"I don't know, I just found out that I have a son who's half demon half angel. At least with you it's only half angel."

"It's okay, you'll be fine, he seems like a good boy."

"Thank's Jack, who knows. Maybe you two can be friends, we really don't want anymore fighting." By god we already fight way to much.

"Maybe Sam, I would really like a friend. I guess that is up to him." With that he stood up and walked to a spinning chair and started to spin around on it. I laughed a little at him. I took off my shoes and slept on the much smaller couch for the rest of the day and through the night. I hadn't slept this much sense, I don't know.

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